The Debut of Insanity.

by **Psycho** February 2nd 2011, 2:22 pm

This place where I sit, its cold. It's dark. This environment, it's chilling at best. It don't calm your nerves. It don't put your mind at ease. What the fuck? Get me out of this straight jacket. GET ME OUT OF THIS PADDED CELL! I need to get out of here. I need to escape this fate in which I have seemed to bounded to over these years.

"LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! RRRAAAAGGHHHH!!!! RRRRAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!!!"

This scene is obviously in a mental institution. Psycho is stranded there after his stint in the World Wide Wrestling organization he had been admitted in this god forbidden place. This is where our story begins for Psycho. His story for the No Limit Wrestling Federation. So where is he now? Take a look for yourself.

There is blood everywhere. This padded cell which once held a psychopath, the ripped and torn straight jacket lay on the floor coated with blood. There are no bodies anywhere, so what happened here? What this a brutal gruesome murder, or just the lashing out of insanity? We pan more over the institute and see that it has been abandoned. Random tables and desks laying around, broken, discolored. Suddenly there is a loud banging noise. Something that sounds like pounding on a wall. Out steps the man that was once trapped here. Hair hanging down in his face, dry blood barely visible. A sick smile formed.

"I'm....HAHAHA! I'm free of this place, and yet, I find myself back here all the time. Memories that I wish to forget but wont go away. But here I am. And in the midst of all of this, I signed to the No Limit Wrestling Federation. I signed right in time for the pay-per-view. What a better time to make a debut? The debut of insanity I like to call it. And better yet, what better way to debut then competing in the Open Invitational for the World Title? I think that I'm going to make an impact here. I will bring the insanity, the hardcore. I will bring terror and chaos to the NLWF. I don't think anyone here realizes this. Or even expects this. I mean, look at the situation. I am new, fresh meat. In the eyes of everyone here, I am a nobody. But, the legacy I have left behind me. The reigns I have held. The years I have bleed and cried for this business, no one here knows about. I have been a champion in every ring I have stepped into. World Champion. Tag Team Champion. Hardcore Champion. But that is all nothing here because this is a new place. A new era. New waters to tread upon. A new chance to rebirth myself and make something of myself here. And that, my new friends of possible enemies, that is what I will do here."

The scene fades out. This was recorded earlier today. Now we find ourselves sitting in a room barely lit by a dim light. In the light you see Psycho, sitting and just staring into the darkness. What could be going through his mind? Let us find out, shall we?

Here I sit in this darkness. Its funny, I did this at the institution. But maybe, maybe that was a mistake? This is where I think. Where I can clear my mind. The darkness, its where I come up with the fucked up shit that I come up with. Here I sit, in this darkness. God, I have forgotten what freedom is. This deal with the NLWF, I can't wait to get into the ring again. It's been to long. Almost a year, maybe even a year. And to even make my debut for a chance to win the World Title? Fuck, what would they think then? 'Look at this guy, coming in here and taking our world by storm. Taking our World Title. What the fuck?' Oh man. This federation has no clue what I am capable of. The chaos. The blood I will shed. The pain that will be caused.

"Psycho...fuck face...PSYCHO!"

"Huh...what? Jayson? Is that....is that you?"

"Who else would it be in your head? What are you doing? We need to get back...."

"NO! FUCK YOU! Your dead. You can't be here. This is no time Jayson. We are not going back. We have things to do. People to make bleed. Screams to be heard. We can't go back. We wont go back. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!"

"Psycho, buddy, do you really think you have a chance in this place? Do you honestly believe you will win that World Title like you want to? IN YOUR DEBUT MATCH? Come on man, get real. We have been through this once before. Remember? You need to let this go, you need to back off so I can take over my body and my mind once again. You don't deserve control over me...THIS IS MY BODY! MY MIND!"

"NO! YOUR WRONG JAYSON! I fucking killed you. I got rid of you. This body and mind, it belongs to me. It always has! Ever since your parents were murdered. Don't you fucking remember? You made me. You talked to me. I was your only friend motherfucker. And now I have control. We are not going back. You are nothing, bitch. I will do what I please and that means I will compete in the NLWF and I will do my best to win the World Title in my debut match."

Ah yes, the split personality. Jayson Storm is Psychos original name. The battles between the two for control over the body and mind have been brutal and bloody. When Jayson was young, his parents where murdered infront of him. In this moment, Psycho was born. The murder drove Jayson to the edge of insanity. Now a long and bloody history has been formed.

Fuck Jayson. If he thinks he can just come in and mess this up for me, he has another thing coming. Motherfucker. I will do what it takes to make my impact here. FUCK YOU!

"NLWF, prepare for the debut of insanity. Prepare for livid atrocity, an act of violence. I'm the Hardcore Psychopath, I'm too fucking hardcore!"

Memento Mori.

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COLOR SCHEME:
WHITE - Psychos thoughts.
GREEN - Psycho talking.
ORANGE - Narration
RED - A scene.
YELLOW - Jayson Storm talking. Psychos split personality.

OOC: Just my debut role play. Can't wait to get more out!